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We have what we are given and there is not much we can do about it, other than boob jobs these days, and yet many people are, to some degree, unhappy with what they have - their ‘bits’ are to small or to big, or the wrong shape or colour or whatever. This tale is about a man who had a particular trait that he was unhappy with, as we shall see, but there was nothing he could do about it.
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Ken (not his name) was not my first boyfriend and by the time I met him I had had several partners, so I was quite used to cocks in many shapes and sizes. I do not fuck on first dates as I like to get to know my partners first, so it may be a few weeks after I meet someone before we first fuck. And that includes fumbling and foreplay as from experience that can lead to a fuck without initially intending to!
When I met Ken I had not had a boyfriend for a while so when we met I was not on the pill, but as we seemed to get on well I got my prescription again so as to be ready (just in case!). As I said, we got on well and constantly made each other laugh and it felt as though we had been together for ages. One Friday evening we had been out for drinks and on our way home stopped off for some fish and chips (high living, eh?). As we waited in the queue Ken was being a bit naughty and was surreptitiously feeling me up when people were not looking, or sometimes, I think, when they were! We got home with our meal and I must admit, partly due to the drink and partly due to the fact we got on so well, I was feeling a bit horny, especially as I had not had a man for nearly a year.
We ate our meal quickly as, without discussion, I think we both knew what was going to happen. The problem was that although I just started taking the pill again I was not yet safe, and I detest condoms as they are fiddly and spoil the proper sensation of cock on pussy. Against my better judgement I thought we could have some mutual masturbation fun to release the sexual tension and it would not be long before we could have some full-on action!
Ken was a sweet guy and wasn’t being pushy, other than the minor groping in the chippy, and he was obviously going to leave the decision to me, so when I had cleared the meal away I went into the bedroom to get into some thing ‘more comfortable’ – I took everything off and put on my two piece pyjama set. Not very sexy and not very revealing but it was going to make access much easier, and easier to take off! When I went back into the living room Ken looked at me and smiled – a very knowing smile as he immediately knew what was going to happen.
We settled down on the sofa and started with a kiss, long and deep as our tongues met and explored each others mouths. Our bodies were pressed together and I had to admit it was good to feel a man’s body so close to me again, the more so as my mind was racing ahead as to what his body would be like, and what would his cock look like; not that I am bothered if it was big or small, it is just exciting to see a new one as they are all different, and I have never been disappointed, regardless of size. I was lost in enjoying the sensations of the moment with my eyes closed and I then felt his hands feeling down my body. With just my pyjamas and nothing on underneath there was little left to the imagination, and he stroked my neck and ran his hand down my back but stopping just as he reached my bum, and then running his hand back up my side so that he came up to my boob where he stopped. I felt him nudge it gently and he sensed there was no resistance from a bra so moved his hand to cup my breast gently. I was loving this and so to encourage him further I pushed against his hand. He certainly didn’t need any more invitation as he then fondled my boob, feeling the size and shape and rubbing it through my pyjamas which were a little rough against my nipple which then started to harden up. Our mouths were still locked together and the way were positioned was making it difficult for him to get his hand in any further, so I broke off the kiss and pulled away slightly to give him space. He continued to gently massage my boobs, feeling their roundness and rubbing over the, by now, quite hard nipples.
I lay back on the sofa and he got onto the floor on his knees in front of me and started to unbutton my top, and when all the buttons were undone he lifted the material away and exposed my breasts to full view. He just looked at them for a few moments before cupping them in his hands and he lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth. He sucked as much of my breast into his mouth as he could which stretched the nipple which he then worked on with his tongue, flicking the stiff peak with his tongue. He swapped breasts and while he sucked the second one he massaged the first with his hand, pinching the nipple and squeezing it gently while rolling it between finger and thumb. I tell you, when you haven’t had a man for a while this is delicious and I was happy to lean back and let him play to his hearts content.
While he sucked on one breast he let go of the other and his hand strayed down my belly and slid between my thighs. Again he felt around and must have realised I had no knickers on, and he stroked the inside of my thighs through the thin material brushing against my pussy as he did so. I opened my eyes and saw that he was looking at me while he stroked my crotch. I looked back at him and lifted my bottom up and he didn’t need any more invitation as he held the sides of my pyjama bottoms and pulled then slowly down revealing my pussy to his gaze. He pulled them right off so I could open my legs wide, and he gazed at the sight – as I hadn’t had a man for some time my bush had grown back and hadn’t been tidied up, so it was thick and bushy and slightly unkempt. With his fingers he gently found my crack and teased it open which by now it was more than willing to do. He dropped his head and I felt the warmth of his tongue penetrate my innermost private part. The slight roughness of his tongue was exhilarating as he licked my crack and pushed against my clit which was already awake and I thrilled in the sensation of having someone doing that to me again, so different from fingering myself.
My desire had built by now to the point that I wanted to participate, no longer happy just to wait while he felt me all over, not that I wasn’t enjoying every moment of it. I lifted his head away from my pussy and pushed him back on to the floor. I undid the buttons on his shirt and opened it out to reveal a chest that was quite muscular with some hair on it. I like my men masculine but hate over-hairy bodies and he fitted the bill perfectly. I stroked his chest feeling the muscles and the coarseness of the hair and pinched his nipples quite firmly which he seemed to like, so I bent down and took each in turn in my mouth and sucked them strongly and nibbled them and felt them harden up. I kept this going for a while enjoying the hard pertness on my tongue while I slid my hand down further and rested it between his legs. There was a definite bulge there that needed further investigation, so I reluctantly let go of his nipple and went down to explore the bulge in his trousers. I undid the clasp of his waistband and slid the zip down as far as it would go revealing some tight underpants that were struggling to contain the b**st that was growing in there. It must have been quite uncomfortable so I thought I would help by removing the constraints. I pulled his trousers down and off leaving the tight pants that were bulging considerably from the growing contents. I ran my hands over the bulge which didn’t seem to help as it twitched and moved and tried to escape, but it was too well contained. I took the waistband of his pants in my hands and pulled down but the bulge was stopping them from coming off so I had to lift the waistband over the bulge and as I did so his gorgeous penis popped out at me and lay there pulsating, obviously pleased to be released.
I pulled his pants down and off and knelt there looking at the b**st that had been freed. He certainly had a nice cock, probably averagely sized, with smooth skin along the length and topped with a very pretty, pointy head completely bare of covering - a circumcised cock! I have no preference, they are merely variations on a theme and this one was as pretty as I had seen over the years. He had a nice mat of curly pubic hair, either trimmed or naturally neat, and hanging down between his legs was a crinkly ball sac with a couple of nice testicles in it. I picked up the semi-hard cock in my hand, feeling the warmth of it, and like all cocks there is a strange firmness yet softness about them. I felt it throb slightly in my hand as I held the shaft and as I stroked it it grew from its semi-hardness to full stiff erection. With his cock sticking straight up I could better see his balls hanging in their sac and put my hand under them between his legs to feel their size and weight. They moved as I held them as though eager to do their job, and I was certainly not one to disappoint them. I wanked Ken slowly for a little while as he watched me doing it and as I looked at the lovely strong cock in my hands I was eager to get it in my mouth and feel the smoothness and taste of it.
I do like to be comfortable when having sex so I stopped what I was doing and stood up. I helped Ken up and lead him into my bedroom. Minor embarrassment as I had not tidied up before going to work, so the bed duvet was still thrown back and there were items of clothing dotted around, not least the underwear I had taken off earlier. He didn’t seem to mind, or even notice, so we shed our remaining clothes and got onto the unmade bed. Ken was on his back and his cock was lying on his tummy having softened slightly so I knelt beside him and took him in hand once more. Again that wonderful feeling of a man’s hardness in my hand and I just looked at it for a few moments, but I couldn’t wait any longer and lowered my head onto the b**st. I ran my tongue over the tip feeling its smoothness and licked underneath which most men enjoy. Ken was no exception as his cock twitched in my hand. He was watching what I was doing, so as I looked him in the eye I lowered my mouth over the bell-end feeling its hard smoothness on my tongue which I licked all over the head. Any softness quickly disappeared as I felt him stiffen up as I sucked him until it was like having a stick of rock in my mouth. I moved down the shaft bit by bit, licking all over as I went down until I could feel his cock-head at the back of my mouth. I am not a deep-throat person so I just waited there with as much of his cock in my mouth as I could take and I revelled in the smooth hardness of it, and the intense eroticism of having a mans erect penis in my mouth. I pulled my head back and then started a rhythmic sucking on the cock, sucking it as far into my mouth as I could take and licking all over the head; with one hand I stroked the shaft and with the other I played gently with his balls and tickled the sensitive area between his cock and his bum.
I felt Ken’s hand finding it’s was along my thigh and up to my pussy and I moved my legs to give him access. I felt his fingers find my opening and they slid along my crack without ant apparent resistance so I must have been pretty wet, which was hardly surprising. The fingers teased along the wet crack alternately dipping into the entrance to my vagina and then back up and teased my clitoris before sliding down again, and he kept this going, driving me wild with desire. Not having had a man for a while I wasn’t going to stop enjoying his cock but my pussy needed more attention, so without letting go of his erection I lifted one leg over his body so I could lower my pussy onto his face. I must have been wide open to his view and the next thing I felt his hot breath on my sex and knew what was coming. Joy!, his tongue touched me right on my clitoris which was like being connected to electricity as I jumped with the ecstatic shock of it. In case he thought he had done something wrong I quickly pushed my sex back down on his face . .
There is a big difference between masturbation and ‘proper’ sex, and while I had rubbed myself off from time to time the sensations of having someone else do it, especially when their cock was in my mouth, was so much more arousing and I knew that I was not going to last long before my orgasm came. I continued my action on his cock, with my mouth sucking in his length and my tongue licking all over the head as my hand stroked up and down the shaft, but as his tongue licked my pussy and teased my clit and then pushed its way inside my sex I found it more and more difficult to concentrate on his cock. My climax was on its way and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I pushed my pussy down on his face and my hips started to jerk as the uncontrollable sensations grew and then WHAM! my orgasm hit. It shot through my pussy and my clit and up into my belly and I convulsed, clamping my knees together locking his head against my sex. As the sensations ravaged my innards I jerked and writhed and squashed my pussy hard down on his face, totally out of control until the feelings subsided and I slowly came down again. After a strong orgasm like that I can barely move but I eventually opened my eyes to see my hand gripping his shaft so tightly it must have hurt him. I released my stranglehold on his cock and relaxed my legs and he came up for air, probably grateful that he could breathe again.
When eventually I could move I turned around so that I lay alongside him, still panting to get my breath. He rolled over and kissed me tenderly and I was conscious that his face was wet and he smelled and tasted strongly of my wetness. I lay in his arms revelling in the afterglow of a shattering orgasm enjoying the tenderness of his kisses. As I lay there in my semi-conscious state my pussy was still convulsing gently and I felt his finger play with me again, and then it slid easily inside me, but my brain was still half asleep and it was only slowly that I came to the realisation that it was not his finger but his cock was sliding up inside me. What a glorious sensation as the head parted my lips and I could feel it move in deep along my tunnel, but wait, NO, you mustn’t, and I wriggled away from him so his cock fell out. Ken looked at me with concern wondering what he had done wrong and I had to explain quickly about my pill and that I was not yet safe. He was naturally disappointed which was hardly surprising as his stiff erection was standing straight out from him, red and angry, and throbbing with arousal. I had come round fully by now so not wanting him to be disappointed I moved down so I was over his cock and took it into my mouth again. As he lay back I resumed the action I had given him earlier, moving my head up and down taking as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could and with my tongue thrashed his cock-head. I felt his balls and they were tighter up now as though they were clenched ready for action. I kept this action going for a while and I was being a lot more positive this time and from the moans coming from him I guessed he was enjoying it. With most men you can tell when they are about to cum, maybe by the noises they make or the spasmodic jerking of their hips or cock; sometimes the cock swells up a little but somehow you can tell. So it was with Ken, and I could sense that he was about to cum, and I wanted to see it happen, so I took him out of my mouth but kept the action going on his shaft with my hand, just grazing the helmet on the up-stroke and on the down stroke going that half inch further than the skin wanted to, so as to pull the skin on his helmet taught inflaming the nerves even further (taught to me years before by a boyfriend who was also circumcised). I kept this going, up, down, up, down, while Ken groaned and I felt his rigid cock swell a little more and I knew it was about to happen. I knew I was right because a drop of white appeared in his cock eye to be pushed aside by another, larger emission which began to run down his bell-end. Then WHOOSH! the first spurt of cum shot out of him, only it wasn’t a spurt but a stream that kept coming. It must have lasted two or three seconds as it streamed out of him as though it was piss, but it was translucent white and definitely spunk. It hit me on the cheek and sprayed over my face and ran down and dripped off my chin. It stopped but for barely a moment when his cock jerked again and another stream flew from him, pouring all over my face, again lasting for some seconds. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing as after a brief pause a third stream drenched me again, perhaps less powerful than the first two but still long. The jets continued lessening in power until there was just a dribble coming from the cock that I was still holding in my hand, a hand that was running with his sperm, until the dribbles finally died away as his climax finished.
I must have been staring at this in amazement as Ken opened his eyes and started to stammer an apology ‘I’m sorry, I can’t… , I mean it just…, it always happens like that, it just…’ I put my finger on his lips to stop him, ‘Don’t apologise, that was just fantastic, I have never seen anything like it in my life. Just look at it!’ And that was true, because the mess was everywhere – my face was covered in his spunk and it was still running off me and dripping onto him, my hand and his cock, which was slowly softening, were coated, there were pools on his belly, and his pubic hair was a lake which was beginning to run away down the crack between his balls and his thigh, making a big stain on my sheet.
After we cleaned up the mess we had a drink to aid recovery and again he started to apologise, but I stopped him again. I told him that as soon as we could, when I was safe, we would do it again. Until then there was to be no sex as I wanted his balls full, and I just had to experience that fantastic emission happening deep inside me.
And that is what we did. The next Friday we repeated the whole thing, the drink, the chippy, the groping, and finally, well, use your imagination.
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Ken (not his name) was not my first boyfriend and by the time I met him I had had several partners, so I was quite used to cocks in many shapes and sizes. I do not fuck on first dates as I like to get to know my partners first, so it may be a few weeks after I meet someone before we first fuck. And that includes fumbling and foreplay as from experience that can lead to a fuck without initially intending to!
When I met Ken I had not had a boyfriend for a while so when we met I was not on the pill, but as we seemed to get on well I got my prescription again so as to be ready (just in case!). As I said, we got on well and constantly made each other laugh and it felt as though we had been together for ages. One Friday evening we had been out for drinks and on our way home stopped off for some fish and chips (high living, eh?). As we waited in the queue Ken was being a bit naughty and was surreptitiously feeling me up when people were not looking, or sometimes, I think, when they were! We got home with our meal and I must admit, partly due to the drink and partly due to the fact we got on so well, I was feeling a bit horny, especially as I had not had a man for nearly a year.
We ate our meal quickly as, without discussion, I think we both knew what was going to happen. The problem was that although I just started taking the pill again I was not yet safe, and I detest condoms as they are fiddly and spoil the proper sensation of cock on pussy. Against my better judgement I thought we could have some mutual masturbation fun to release the sexual tension and it would not be long before we could have some full-on action!
Ken was a sweet guy and wasn’t being pushy, other than the minor groping in the chippy, and he was obviously going to leave the decision to me, so when I had cleared the meal away I went into the bedroom to get into some thing ‘more comfortable’ – I took everything off and put on my two piece pyjama set. Not very sexy and not very revealing but it was going to make access much easier, and easier to take off! When I went back into the living room Ken looked at me and smiled – a very knowing smile as he immediately knew what was going to happen.
We settled down on the sofa and started with a kiss, long and deep as our tongues met and explored each others mouths. Our bodies were pressed together and I had to admit it was good to feel a man’s body so close to me again, the more so as my mind was racing ahead as to what his body would be like, and what would his cock look like; not that I am bothered if it was big or small, it is just exciting to see a new one as they are all different, and I have never been disappointed, regardless of size. I was lost in enjoying the sensations of the moment with my eyes closed and I then felt his hands feeling down my body. With just my pyjamas and nothing on underneath there was little left to the imagination, and he stroked my neck and ran his hand down my back but stopping just as he reached my bum, and then running his hand back up my side so that he came up to my boob where he stopped. I felt him nudge it gently and he sensed there was no resistance from a bra so moved his hand to cup my breast gently. I was loving this and so to encourage him further I pushed against his hand. He certainly didn’t need any more invitation as he then fondled my boob, feeling the size and shape and rubbing it through my pyjamas which were a little rough against my nipple which then started to harden up. Our mouths were still locked together and the way were positioned was making it difficult for him to get his hand in any further, so I broke off the kiss and pulled away slightly to give him space. He continued to gently massage my boobs, feeling their roundness and rubbing over the, by now, quite hard nipples.
I lay back on the sofa and he got onto the floor on his knees in front of me and started to unbutton my top, and when all the buttons were undone he lifted the material away and exposed my breasts to full view. He just looked at them for a few moments before cupping them in his hands and he lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth. He sucked as much of my breast into his mouth as he could which stretched the nipple which he then worked on with his tongue, flicking the stiff peak with his tongue. He swapped breasts and while he sucked the second one he massaged the first with his hand, pinching the nipple and squeezing it gently while rolling it between finger and thumb. I tell you, when you haven’t had a man for a while this is delicious and I was happy to lean back and let him play to his hearts content.
While he sucked on one breast he let go of the other and his hand strayed down my belly and slid between my thighs. Again he felt around and must have realised I had no knickers on, and he stroked the inside of my thighs through the thin material brushing against my pussy as he did so. I opened my eyes and saw that he was looking at me while he stroked my crotch. I looked back at him and lifted my bottom up and he didn’t need any more invitation as he held the sides of my pyjama bottoms and pulled then slowly down revealing my pussy to his gaze. He pulled them right off so I could open my legs wide, and he gazed at the sight – as I hadn’t had a man for some time my bush had grown back and hadn’t been tidied up, so it was thick and bushy and slightly unkempt. With his fingers he gently found my crack and teased it open which by now it was more than willing to do. He dropped his head and I felt the warmth of his tongue penetrate my innermost private part. The slight roughness of his tongue was exhilarating as he licked my crack and pushed against my clit which was already awake and I thrilled in the sensation of having someone doing that to me again, so different from fingering myself.
My desire had built by now to the point that I wanted to participate, no longer happy just to wait while he felt me all over, not that I wasn’t enjoying every moment of it. I lifted his head away from my pussy and pushed him back on to the floor. I undid the buttons on his shirt and opened it out to reveal a chest that was quite muscular with some hair on it. I like my men masculine but hate over-hairy bodies and he fitted the bill perfectly. I stroked his chest feeling the muscles and the coarseness of the hair and pinched his nipples quite firmly which he seemed to like, so I bent down and took each in turn in my mouth and sucked them strongly and nibbled them and felt them harden up. I kept this going for a while enjoying the hard pertness on my tongue while I slid my hand down further and rested it between his legs. There was a definite bulge there that needed further investigation, so I reluctantly let go of his nipple and went down to explore the bulge in his trousers. I undid the clasp of his waistband and slid the zip down as far as it would go revealing some tight underpants that were struggling to contain the b**st that was growing in there. It must have been quite uncomfortable so I thought I would help by removing the constraints. I pulled his trousers down and off leaving the tight pants that were bulging considerably from the growing contents. I ran my hands over the bulge which didn’t seem to help as it twitched and moved and tried to escape, but it was too well contained. I took the waistband of his pants in my hands and pulled down but the bulge was stopping them from coming off so I had to lift the waistband over the bulge and as I did so his gorgeous penis popped out at me and lay there pulsating, obviously pleased to be released.
I pulled his pants down and off and knelt there looking at the b**st that had been freed. He certainly had a nice cock, probably averagely sized, with smooth skin along the length and topped with a very pretty, pointy head completely bare of covering - a circumcised cock! I have no preference, they are merely variations on a theme and this one was as pretty as I had seen over the years. He had a nice mat of curly pubic hair, either trimmed or naturally neat, and hanging down between his legs was a crinkly ball sac with a couple of nice testicles in it. I picked up the semi-hard cock in my hand, feeling the warmth of it, and like all cocks there is a strange firmness yet softness about them. I felt it throb slightly in my hand as I held the shaft and as I stroked it it grew from its semi-hardness to full stiff erection. With his cock sticking straight up I could better see his balls hanging in their sac and put my hand under them between his legs to feel their size and weight. They moved as I held them as though eager to do their job, and I was certainly not one to disappoint them. I wanked Ken slowly for a little while as he watched me doing it and as I looked at the lovely strong cock in my hands I was eager to get it in my mouth and feel the smoothness and taste of it.
I do like to be comfortable when having sex so I stopped what I was doing and stood up. I helped Ken up and lead him into my bedroom. Minor embarrassment as I had not tidied up before going to work, so the bed duvet was still thrown back and there were items of clothing dotted around, not least the underwear I had taken off earlier. He didn’t seem to mind, or even notice, so we shed our remaining clothes and got onto the unmade bed. Ken was on his back and his cock was lying on his tummy having softened slightly so I knelt beside him and took him in hand once more. Again that wonderful feeling of a man’s hardness in my hand and I just looked at it for a few moments, but I couldn’t wait any longer and lowered my head onto the b**st. I ran my tongue over the tip feeling its smoothness and licked underneath which most men enjoy. Ken was no exception as his cock twitched in my hand. He was watching what I was doing, so as I looked him in the eye I lowered my mouth over the bell-end feeling its hard smoothness on my tongue which I licked all over the head. Any softness quickly disappeared as I felt him stiffen up as I sucked him until it was like having a stick of rock in my mouth. I moved down the shaft bit by bit, licking all over as I went down until I could feel his cock-head at the back of my mouth. I am not a deep-throat person so I just waited there with as much of his cock in my mouth as I could take and I revelled in the smooth hardness of it, and the intense eroticism of having a mans erect penis in my mouth. I pulled my head back and then started a rhythmic sucking on the cock, sucking it as far into my mouth as I could take and licking all over the head; with one hand I stroked the shaft and with the other I played gently with his balls and tickled the sensitive area between his cock and his bum.
I felt Ken’s hand finding it’s was along my thigh and up to my pussy and I moved my legs to give him access. I felt his fingers find my opening and they slid along my crack without ant apparent resistance so I must have been pretty wet, which was hardly surprising. The fingers teased along the wet crack alternately dipping into the entrance to my vagina and then back up and teased my clitoris before sliding down again, and he kept this going, driving me wild with desire. Not having had a man for a while I wasn’t going to stop enjoying his cock but my pussy needed more attention, so without letting go of his erection I lifted one leg over his body so I could lower my pussy onto his face. I must have been wide open to his view and the next thing I felt his hot breath on my sex and knew what was coming. Joy!, his tongue touched me right on my clitoris which was like being connected to electricity as I jumped with the ecstatic shock of it. In case he thought he had done something wrong I quickly pushed my sex back down on his face . .
There is a big difference between masturbation and ‘proper’ sex, and while I had rubbed myself off from time to time the sensations of having someone else do it, especially when their cock was in my mouth, was so much more arousing and I knew that I was not going to last long before my orgasm came. I continued my action on his cock, with my mouth sucking in his length and my tongue licking all over the head as my hand stroked up and down the shaft, but as his tongue licked my pussy and teased my clit and then pushed its way inside my sex I found it more and more difficult to concentrate on his cock. My climax was on its way and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I pushed my pussy down on his face and my hips started to jerk as the uncontrollable sensations grew and then WHAM! my orgasm hit. It shot through my pussy and my clit and up into my belly and I convulsed, clamping my knees together locking his head against my sex. As the sensations ravaged my innards I jerked and writhed and squashed my pussy hard down on his face, totally out of control until the feelings subsided and I slowly came down again. After a strong orgasm like that I can barely move but I eventually opened my eyes to see my hand gripping his shaft so tightly it must have hurt him. I released my stranglehold on his cock and relaxed my legs and he came up for air, probably grateful that he could breathe again.
When eventually I could move I turned around so that I lay alongside him, still panting to get my breath. He rolled over and kissed me tenderly and I was conscious that his face was wet and he smelled and tasted strongly of my wetness. I lay in his arms revelling in the afterglow of a shattering orgasm enjoying the tenderness of his kisses. As I lay there in my semi-conscious state my pussy was still convulsing gently and I felt his finger play with me again, and then it slid easily inside me, but my brain was still half asleep and it was only slowly that I came to the realisation that it was not his finger but his cock was sliding up inside me. What a glorious sensation as the head parted my lips and I could feel it move in deep along my tunnel, but wait, NO, you mustn’t, and I wriggled away from him so his cock fell out. Ken looked at me with concern wondering what he had done wrong and I had to explain quickly about my pill and that I was not yet safe. He was naturally disappointed which was hardly surprising as his stiff erection was standing straight out from him, red and angry, and throbbing with arousal. I had come round fully by now so not wanting him to be disappointed I moved down so I was over his cock and took it into my mouth again. As he lay back I resumed the action I had given him earlier, moving my head up and down taking as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could and with my tongue thrashed his cock-head. I felt his balls and they were tighter up now as though they were clenched ready for action. I kept this action going for a while and I was being a lot more positive this time and from the moans coming from him I guessed he was enjoying it. With most men you can tell when they are about to cum, maybe by the noises they make or the spasmodic jerking of their hips or cock; sometimes the cock swells up a little but somehow you can tell. So it was with Ken, and I could sense that he was about to cum, and I wanted to see it happen, so I took him out of my mouth but kept the action going on his shaft with my hand, just grazing the helmet on the up-stroke and on the down stroke going that half inch further than the skin wanted to, so as to pull the skin on his helmet taught inflaming the nerves even further (taught to me years before by a boyfriend who was also circumcised). I kept this going, up, down, up, down, while Ken groaned and I felt his rigid cock swell a little more and I knew it was about to happen. I knew I was right because a drop of white appeared in his cock eye to be pushed aside by another, larger emission which began to run down his bell-end. Then WHOOSH! the first spurt of cum shot out of him, only it wasn’t a spurt but a stream that kept coming. It must have lasted two or three seconds as it streamed out of him as though it was piss, but it was translucent white and definitely spunk. It hit me on the cheek and sprayed over my face and ran down and dripped off my chin. It stopped but for barely a moment when his cock jerked again and another stream flew from him, pouring all over my face, again lasting for some seconds. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing as after a brief pause a third stream drenched me again, perhaps less powerful than the first two but still long. The jets continued lessening in power until there was just a dribble coming from the cock that I was still holding in my hand, a hand that was running with his sperm, until the dribbles finally died away as his climax finished.
I must have been staring at this in amazement as Ken opened his eyes and started to stammer an apology ‘I’m sorry, I can’t… , I mean it just…, it always happens like that, it just…’ I put my finger on his lips to stop him, ‘Don’t apologise, that was just fantastic, I have never seen anything like it in my life. Just look at it!’ And that was true, because the mess was everywhere – my face was covered in his spunk and it was still running off me and dripping onto him, my hand and his cock, which was slowly softening, were coated, there were pools on his belly, and his pubic hair was a lake which was beginning to run away down the crack between his balls and his thigh, making a big stain on my sheet.
After we cleaned up the mess we had a drink to aid recovery and again he started to apologise, but I stopped him again. I told him that as soon as we could, when I was safe, we would do it again. Until then there was to be no sex as I wanted his balls full, and I just had to experience that fantastic emission happening deep inside me.
And that is what we did. The next Friday we repeated the whole thing, the drink, the chippy, the groping, and finally, well, use your imagination.
Mckenna
- 22.08.2022
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